crying
with frustration
why
don't you listen?
pain:
why d'you do this?
sometimes
cry with clenches
get up
from your wheelchair
scream
God-forgotten prayers.
Jean Cheatham
1st July 2009
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an archive of poems 2006 to 2017
Arts Council
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About the poetry
We use the stuff of the everyday to make poems. Allowing ordinary voices to be privileged : allowing both participants own voices (their clean language, dialect, slang, spelling, their sound) and their physical condition (dementia, forgetfulness, non-linear logic, physical difficulties) to be part of the poem-making.
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